292 A Mask Of lies

Thalagor felt his knees give out in fear, falling to the floor as beads of sweat formed on his face, streaming down slowly. His pupils shook as he gazed at his liege's figure, slowly emerging from the dust. Each of his steps seemed to echo throughout the area, further sending chills down Leonheart and Thalagor's spines.

As Leonheart locked eyes on the man that emerged from the dust cloud, he thought, "This man.... He isn't human.... The aura he exudes commands attention and submission. His elegant silver hair gives off a sense of royalty and power, and his purple eyes feel as if they could pierce through your soul." He paused, gulped, then continued, "The black armor he wears seems to absorb the light around it, its perfect structure speaks of both his battle prowess and his unmatched skill... Is he the liege this wolf man spoke of?"

Akun then gazed at Thalagor and demanded, "I want you to tell me what exactly happened here," he said, his tone low and commanding.